Road Trip Wednesday is a blog carnival hosted by the fab YA Highway. This week's question: what's your fave reading memory?
To get this memory you need to know three things.
1. I spent a lot of time in my room as a kid. I think it was the only place where I felt I could just be me. Not the me other people wanted me to be.
I spent ages reading up there.
2. My mom is a good cook, a great Southern cook. She used to make these delectable little sweet potato biscuits. They were a little savory and a little sweet, never dry. Everything a good southern biscuit should be.
3. I love to re-read books. If a book really moves me I will keep it forever, move it across state lines, around the country, over the ocean and back again. I have a few authors that I can read and read again. Alexandra Ripley was one of my first
If you don't know, Alexandra writes historical romances-- sweeping tales about life, love and family; heavy on the romance and the history. Before I had my first passport I'd traveled with her to New Orleans, New York, Paris, the cote d'azur, Switzerland, and Florence Italy. Because of Alexandra, by the tender age of 14 I'd danced all night at a Jazz club during prohibition, lived through an influenza epidemic, gotten to know Lorenzo de Medici intimately (and I mean intimately), been betrayed, left for dead, learned the word lagniappe (one of the world's most fantastic words), survived wars, met a courtesan, been entranced by a Voodoo queen in the firelight, and fallen in love countless times.
One weekend my re-read of an Alexandra Ripley book coincided perfectly with the baking of said biscuits.
I remember lying on my bed, reading the book I already knew the ending to but loved, with two delicious biscuits by my side.
As the afternoon wore on, I savored all three. The room, the biscuits, and the story.